I have never been a big fan of celebrating new years. I've always looked at it as a "couples" thing. If you weren't part of a couple, it was just another lonely night. I can count on one hand the number of times I have actually done anything for new year's eve or stayed up past midnight and they were a new year's eve party with my late husband's family back in 1969 and spending time at a resort in the Poconos back in the mid-80s.
This year, however, I am celebrating the end of 2015 because it was the worst year for my family that I know of. We had the second of the worst winters in the past two years; I slipped on ice and lost two tendons in my left shoulder; I was let go from my job yet again; the third time in approximately 10 years and I had the most difficult choice of placing my mother in a nursing home. It has also seen my sister's husband diagnosed with congestive heart failure.
Yes, 2015 was truly the pits.
Hello 2016. All I can say is that after 2015, the only way my family can go is up from there, so here's to you and yours . . . wishing all of you the very, very best for 2016.
